The Social Network

Directed by David Fincher; Screenplay by Aaron Sorkin; Based on the book by Ben Mezrik

Eisenberg really wore on me in "Zombieland" but here he puts his annoying persona to good use as the creator of Facebook. Justin Timberlake stands out as the creator of Napster, and its nice seeing former "My Three Son" star Barry Livingston working again (hmm. Timberlake looks a lot like the oldest son Tim Considine). Brief appearance by Groundling Brain Palermo is also a highlight.
But the bottom line is while interesting and I'm glad I saw it, if I didn't I don't think I'd have missed that much if I didn't and if I never see it again that would be fine too. It also leaves me with the sense I should spend less time on Facebook.

Jesse Eisenberg plays Mark Zuckerberg, the billionaire inventor of Facebook (or "The Facebook" as it is originally called) in order to either impress a girl who dumped him or make her sorry she dumped him. Either way, he's so annoying and arrogant, its hard to sympathize. There are other arrogant millionaires for her to be miserable with. He gets hired to create a website for the handsome and hunky Winkleross brothers but instead builds on their idea ("steals" is a word lawyers might use instead) and creates Facebook with the financial backing of his only friend Eduardo (Andrew Garfield, the new Peter Parker in the Spiderman series). Of course it is a HUGE success, which leads to lots of money, lawsuits, and betrayals. Everyone speaks very fast and very cleverly (this is Aaron Sorkin's world after all. We just eat popcorn and watch it.) and comes across as annoying in their own way. Justin Timberlake plays Napster creator Sean Parker.

Hmm...let me think about that.

Among the hotties in this film are Rooney Mara, who plays the girl Zuckerberg tries to date at the beginning of the film, then tries to impress by inventing Facebook; Malese Jow who provides him with some comfort along the way; Dakota Johnson (Don Johnson's kid) who you'll remember is the one with the STANFORD panties and Brenda Song , who has a sex scene in a men's room stall and later breaks up with her boyfriend by burning his stuff.

Despite the sexuality and the undeniable hottness of the girls, nobody gets naked. I blame director David Fincher.